A.N. A poem based on the idea of Crona's Poem, written by Mem.
Disclaimer: I don't own Crona. This poem is all mine.
I don't know how to deal with things.
I'm completely useless.
I wish to die,
I always cry,
And use lies to hide the truth.
I don't know how to deal with things.
I have no strength at all.
I'm powerless,
And cannot fight
The ones who stand up tall.
I don't know how to deal with things.
Maybe I should go away.
I'm just a burden
That others carry
Through the toughest fray.
I don't know how to deal with things.
It's something I can't hide.
I have plenty friends,
Through thick and thin,
Yet I wonder if they lied.
Lied about caring for me,
Calling me their friend.
Lied about liking me,
Just leaving in the end.
Can I trust anyone in this world of hate?
Or is this my destined fate?
To live my days not trusting a soul,
And deal with the misery that is my toll?
Am I alone to suffer this life,
Barely living or fighting the strife?
If it's true,
And I hope it's not,
What will I do,
By the snake I am caught.
If it's true,
How can I survive?
I always knew
I shouldn't be alive.
Since
I hide from the world
And cower in fear.
I shut my eyes
And cover my ears.
Being able to trust is something
I shall miss,
But what can I do?
I don't know how to deal with this.
A.N. I hope you enjoyed. I've been wanting to write a Crona Poem for a while.